Memorials

Rescued from homelessness in 2011 after their previous owner passed away, an exceptionally sweet brother-sister pair of cats who we named Tartufo and Tiramisu brought us great joy for 2½ years before they both suddenly succumbed to cancer this fall at age 9. Although they are gone from our arms, they will forever remain in our hearts. We first discovered…

Thank you for the opportunity to tell you about my little girl, whom I miss everyday. She was 16 years old when I lost her. She was born in a puppy mill and resided there for a year and a half. She never learned to be a puppy. Those things were beyond her and though I tried, she never really…

I adopted Rue from a local rescue in Anchorage, Alaska, where he had been returned twice. Rue was about two years old had been abused and neglected and was very shy and afraid of humans. After a couple days of hiding under the bed, he finally was coaxed out for a meal of tuna and dog kibble (he loved tuna…

We adopted Sweet when she was already 13 years old. When we took her to the vet that first time, we did not think the prognosis for her would be good. It was obvious from her appearance that she had been neglected for some time. To our surprise, our vet said that he felt she still had life in her….

He was a particularly sensitive, loving, playful companion and we miss him terribly. He was our prince and shall live forever in our hearts and minds. We still have another rescue (Sam) who was distraught at losing his buddy so we adopted another guy who at 4 is still a wild guy (Alfie), but quite adorable and learning quickly. He…

Betsy was a collie mix; she looked like she was part collie, part golden retriever with other breeds mixed in. She was born in March 2005 in North Carolina and she and her brother were rescued from a shelter when they were very young. I started looking for a dog about that time; I’d had cats for over 20 years…

This is Bree. A beautiful dilute Calico. She was playful and mischievous. As a kitten, she stole my socks out of the hamper and would walk around the house carrying them in her mouth. She loved Christmas tree ornaments and would sometimes be seen halfway up the tree sleeping amongst the branches. Once I found two ornaments left as “presents”…

It has taken me a few years to get to this, but I am hopeful that by sharing Sweet Pete’s story, I’ll offer my memory of him some rest. It would be an gross injustice to say that Sweet Pete haunts me, but “what could have been” still causes my heart to ache on a fairly regular basis. My family…